Let the mother smoke
Let the father drink
What are we trying to be
How we going to grow up
In a place like this
And the say we have to compete
while you have never gone to sleep
With a hungry stomach
How can you have any empathy
Am not trying get your pity
Am trying make you see
That you never had to grovel on your feet
With blood and sweat to get where u want to be
I bet, you are fed
With a silver spoon in your teeth